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235 pages
First published November 10, 2015
"This is all very sexy," I reply truthfully.
"Wait till you see me in a tool belt, darlin'"
I. Can't. Even.
"You don't wear underwear either?"
"Either?"
I look up at him through my lashes
and send him a coy grin. "Either."
"My eyes are up here, Declan."
"I'm aware," I reply lazily without looking up.
It's the closet thing to bliss
I've ever experienced.
It's even better than performing and
I didn't know that was possible.
It's always have and never hold
You've begun to feel like home ..►♫
It's in this moment that I know
I'm lost to her, forever.
She doesn't just own my heart,
she is my heart.
1 What happened?? stars
I adored the first two books in this series and I was so excited to read sexy musician Declan’s book. Sadly this book did not live up to my expectations.
Spoilers ahead
The editing was really bad, making it difficult to determine time lapses and everything about this romance felt rushed and poorly done. We go from Callie disliking Declan in the first few pages, then suddenly agreeing to a date when he tells her he’s taking her out, them having a good time, interacting like people who has known each other a long time and suddenly having sex on said first date. Whiplash, they is my friend. After Declan takes Callie home the next morning he doesn’t contact her for four days, she understandably gets upset, he doesn’t understand why, and they become weird friends without benefits for a few weeks. Then Declan decides he wants more than mere friendship and suddenly they are in a relationship. Everything was backwards with these two in the beginning and even their sex scenes felt rushed. And for a man who loves women, Declan sure doesn’t understand them very well. Giving a woman space for one and a half days to cool down after you really messed up is not okay, especially since explanations were very much needed. And for such a strong and independent woman, Callie was way too insecure and weepy. And all the misunderstandings…. *sigh*
And the Ben and Savannah moment?? In the first two books everyone kept saying that Ben has been in love with Savannah since puberty, of course seeing as she was married in the first book to a total asshole I have no idea why they never got together, but suddenly in this book it seemed that Savannah was drunk texting Ben and he came to fetch her and to take her home. Did I skip a few chapters, some crucial information???
It pains me to say anything negative about books from this author, because I love this series and her writing, but this book was the total opposite of the amazing first two. Hopefully the next book will be back to what I’ve come to expect and crave from this series.
“I want to talk with you, learn you, lose myself in you. All of those things. And I don’t have any experience in that shit, but damn it, I want it with you. Because those little things, Callie? The talking as I walk you to your car, or laughing with you as we demo my house? Eating pizza on the porch? They aren’t little things to me. I’ve never done that with any other woman that I’m not related to by blood. I never wanted to.
“Until you, and it’s confused the hell out of me. All I want is a chance to start this over with you. We did it all backwards, and that’s on me. I get it. But damn it, let me try it again, because if you don’t, it’ll be the biggest regret of my life.”
“What?” she asks with a grin.
“I love the way you shrug into your badass,” I reply before kissing her forehead. “And I love that I’m the only one who gets to see you when you take it off.”
“Tonight wouldn’t have been half as special without you. And not just because of all of this, which I love, but because when I’m with you—”
He kisses my hand and squeezes it three times. “When you’re with me?”
“I just feel better. I feel more.” His eyes widen and then darken. “Emotions are brighter, and that’s the only way I can describe it.”
“I think that’s a beautiful way to describe it,” he whispers before he pulls me in and kisses the hell out of me. “You are more, Callie. We’re more.”
I nod and brush my fingertips down his cheek, his neck. “I like it.”
A slow smile spreads over his sexy face. “I like it too.”
“What do you need?”
He sighs and rubs his fingers over his mouth.
“I need you to talk to me too,” he replies softly. “I need your brutal honesty, always. I need your body against me every day, and I need to be inside you more than I need my next breath.”
“That sounds good to me,” I whisper.
“I need music, Callie. It’s my soul. It’s been my only constant, until you.”
“You’re damn good at it,” I reply echoing his words. “What else?”
“I need your friendship. Your patience. I need my family, even if they are a pain in my ass most of the time.” He smiles. “I need to protect you, keep you safe. And I know this is going to piss you off a little, but I need to take care of you.”
“I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I mean, I like taking care of myself because that’s all I’ve ever known, but I’m adjusting my sails, and getting used to you taking care of me.”
“Good.” He sighs, the tension finally leaving his tall, lean body. “I just need you, baby.”
Your love is like a song, and our song is an easy melody that plays, over and over, in my heart. Some days it's slow and sweet, and other days it's fast and loud, but it's always love. It’s my favorite song
She’s still sleeping. She’s warm and sweet, and snores like a lumberjack. Bless her heart.
“I want to talk with you, learn you, lose myself in you. All of those things. And I don’t have any experience in that shit, but damn it, I want it with you. Because those little things, Callie? The talking as I walk you to your car, or laughing with you as we demo my house? Eating pizza on the porch? They aren’t little things to me. I’ve never done that with any other woman that I’m not related to by blood. I never wanted to.
“Until you, and it’s confused the hell out of me. All I want is a chance to start this over with you. We did it all backwards, and that’s on me. I get it. But damn it, let me try it again, because if you don’t, it’ll be the biggest regret of my life.”
All I have to do is take one look at Callie and know that there's a God. And I hope to make her call out his name in thanks in the very near future.
“What do you need?”
He sighs and rubs his fingers over his mouth
“I need you to talk to me too,” he replies softly. “I need your brutal honesty, always. I need your body against me every day, and I need to be inside you more than I need my next breath.”
“That sounds good to me,” I whisper.
… “I just need you, baby.”
“I'm lost to her, forever.
She doesn't just own my heart, she is my heart.”